By Stuart Dybek
Fire ran horrified
from its ashes.
In the afterglow,
cinematic shadows fled
from flesh and blood.
Scars appeared,
followed years later
by their wounds.
Blinks of red
dinged relentlessly,
but there was
nowhere to stop
for the train
pulling its wreckage.
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